Well, some good times, some serious talk.

You manage to at least throw Chloe's discarded flight-suit over her shoulders and cover her up a bit before you head into Kate's cabin (though her being naked wouldn't have really mattered to either you or Kate, really). She's gonna have to get into the habit of wearing clothes eventually as going naked around in public don't fly on most civilized worlds. And, on the uncivilized ones, well, that would be even worse as it was like an open invitation for horny bastards who weren't as gentlemanly as you were to make a move.

For now, though, you're fine with her haphazard covering and so is she as she walks happily at your side with her hand in yours. You both enter the cabin, the rustic wooden domicile fairly low tech and exactly Kate's style. While you wouldn't call her a techno-phobe since she's a pilot and all, she does have a penchant for the simple things in life. A roof over her head, some credits in her account and a good fuck every so often and she's happy. A woman after your own heart, actually, if it wasn't for the fact that you'd eventually get bored with hanging out in one place, if it came down to it.

The cabin is a comfortable and simple building. The main room seems to be kitchen, dining room and living room all at once. It's really just one big room with a couch sitting in front of a fireplace, an open space with a round wooden table and chairs and a space with kitchen appliances and what you assume are cupboards with utensils and plates and the like. Honestly, it was a cozy sort of place and you could always see why Kate liked it.

"I forget what a cozy little hideaway you got yourself here 'til I'm here again.", you say as you guide Chloe over to the couch and let her flop down onto it as Kate walks to a door that you know leads to a hallway that would lead to two bedrooms and a bath. There's yet another door that is locked up with both an old style padlock and a keypad next to it. You know what's behind that door too, but you ignore it for now.

"Yeah, right. That's why I was the first one you called. 'Cuz you forgot I got myself a quiet fuckin' place you can hide at.", she yells from the hallway and you laugh.

"Okay, fine. I remembered. 'Scuse me for tryin' to make small talk.", you retort as you move towards her kitchen to look and see if she has anything to eat as you're pretty tired of the dried and preserved stuff you have on your ship.

"Like I keep you 'round for your conversation skills.", she yells, the muffled sound of it making it clear she'd gone into her bedroom to change.

"Ouch. That hurts, Kate. I always thought you liked when I wagged my tongue.", you call back and you hear a sharp bark of laughter from her that makes you grin.

"You think you're clever, but you're just a horny fuck, Halloway.", she calls in return, her voice closer as it seems she changed rather quickly.

"A clever horny fuck, thank ya kindly.", you say as Kate returns wearing a thin white tanktop that is tight on her trim frame, outlining her small, perky breasts perfectly, and a pair of black boyshorts that make that tight, supple ass pop in a way that makes your cock jump in your pants, "Makin' yourself comfortable, huh?"

"Fuck you, Derrick. It's my house, I can wear what I want.", she says as she moves into the kitchen too, sliding past you in a way you know was designed to slide her tempting butt against your crotch as she did so, "Besides, not like you don't like the fuckin' view."

"Guilty as charged.", you reply as you watch her open the fridge and bend down to rifle through the bottom shelf, your eyes never leaving her tight rear end as she searches for...whatever she's searching for, you don't much care, "But it ain't like you're not flauntin' it either."

She comes up with a pair of brown glass bottles with labels that are in a language you don't recognize, bumping the door closed with her butt and moving to hand you a bottle. "Guess I'm the one who's guilty as fuckin' charged there.", she says as she opens the bottle and takes a swig, glancing over at Chloe on the couch as the little Chlorophyte sits there humming to herself happily, "So, you get anything outta her 'bout the people who created her?"

You open your bottle and take a sip, the strong bitterness of the stout a good familiar taste despite its origins being unclear. "She couldn't remember much and, what she did remember, she didn't much like talkin' 'bout.", you tell Kate in a low tone, not wanting to distress Chloe if you could help it, "Got a name though. A doctor name of Flint. Dunno anythin' 'bout him, but, judgin' by how scared Chloe got even mentionin' the guy's name, I gotta say he's probably bad news."

"Flint, huh? It ain't fuckin' much to go on, Derrick.", she says with a frown.

"Yeah, I know, but it's all I got. I'm hopin' you can do somethin' with it, yeah?", you say and give her a grin, "I know you can be a real charmer when you need to be."

"Right. I'm a regular fuckin' seductress.", she retorts with a chuckle before sighing and nodding to you, "Fine. I'll look into this Flint and make some calls like I said. But, first, I'm fuckin' hungry, how 'bout you?"